Diary of A Mad, Interesting Woman

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Dear Stacey …

A #Blogalicious9-Inspired Note From My Heart to Yours 

I’ve had the privilege to share space and time with many exceptional women. From corporate execs to dignitaries and celebs, I’ve encountered them all. And as such, I’ve quite possibly seen the best and worst of personalities and character. You don’t know “diva” until you’ve really and truly encountered a diva. It’s a cute term to toss around until you’ve actually got to deal with one. Throughout my career, I’ve experienced the powerful energy and earth movement when women come together around a shared cause, and conversely, the devastation from the effects of women who live to tear each other down. Unfortunately, the latter has been more prevalent so when the former occurs, it’s noticed. It leaves an indelible mark. It awakens you from slumber. It’s a fresh breeze to the spirit and a balm to the soul.

You, Stacey … are the fruition of every girl power dream. I watched you while at #Blogalicious9 this year. Didn’t know you. Didn’t know what I’d encounter. Didn’t know your true intent in hosting this conference. So … I watched. Really and truly watched you. I saw you work the room, meet new people, hug attendees, thank sponsors, encourage speakers and lead business like an incredible BAWSE. I saw you give. I saw you invest. I saw you encourage. I saw you laugh. I saw you cry. I saw you love. I saw you vulnerable. I saw … your heart.

We only connected twice briefly for a matter of seconds at the conference. Once when you approached with exuberance to thank me for coming, sing my praises and encourage me to have a great time. The second was when I hugged you goodbye as I rushed to catch my flight on Sunday. Alhough it was in the middle of Danica Kombol’s EPIC closing keynote, and I caught you at an awkward hug angle from behind, you grabbed on tight and hugged me with your whole heart. You whispered your appreciation that I attended and well wishes for safe travel.

Be Blogalicious brings together a diverse fraternity of women who are shaping our world’s conversation about a diverse array of topics. From fashion and lifestyle to politics and social good to business BAWSE moves, each woman who attended is living a life of leaving a mark to change the world. Each woman a beautiful representation of living life out loud and by their own rules. Each woman a wonder. Each woman an enviable, pride-filled being of love, light and hope. And equally important, each woman encouraged, carried, loved, believed-in and championed by YOU.

I didn’t know you before the conference and I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with you. But your presence … your love and light filled every square inch of that hotel. You gathered close to 300 women and men, filled them with as much good stuff as you could and returned them to their space in the world to do the same in their own way. You (and your incredible team) empowered an army of game-changing, hair-flipping, BAWSE-ass women. In four days, you did nothing short of changing the world (if you really think about it). I mean, really! Think about it! And this is the NINTH year!

I believe that a ministry can take shape in many different forms as long as the result is nurturing and growth of the soul. I’m honored to have experienced you and the power of your ministry. You are some kind of wonderful, my friend. And I thank you. Thank you for being … you. And I’ll say it again, I’m here if you call. Consider me a member of your tribe if only to pray your continued strength and growth.

BTW – I didn’t get a chance to share it, but the devil TRIED IT with your health this summer because he wanted to STOP God’s flow from you into the lives you touched at the conference. He knew the exponential goodness you’d generate and wanted to dead it before it even had chance to see the light of day. His plan didn’t work. God said not so. You were meant to touch and encourage our lives and you did. I praise God that He carried you through and saw fit for you to push almost 300 points of light into the world. I pray for continued health and wealth for you, your covenant and your children. #Selah

Love you. Mean it.

#TribeUp #WOCaffirmation

@AskThePRGirl

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I’ve worked really hard in my career to reach a certain title. I’ve literally been blinded by nothing but TITLE for the last three to four years. And now that I have it, I have no idea what to do next. I’m not even sure I’m happy or fulfilled with it. Standing in these shoes […]

What Will They Say About You?

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Yesterday, on behalf of a professional colleague, I attended the funeral (or home going) of his beautiful daughter who finally ended a lengthy battle with cancer.  She was a prolific writer for the Dow Jones and Wall Street Journal.  She’d met the president and at a very young age had earned the respect of journalists with twice her experience.  She was a loving wife and an awesome mother.  There were many testimonials about how loving, sweet, kind and beloved she was.  They couldn’t share enough stories of how she lovingly challenged those around her to do better and be better.  Most importantly, she was a woman of God.  She loved the Lord and was a living testimony to His goodness.  Even in her darkest and sickest days, she still professed that she was here for a purpose and so thankful for the many good days of health she was given.  She took her last breath in her husband’s arms a few days ago.  She was 33-years-old.  Born exactly two months before me.

I left the service feeling a mixed cocktail of emotion.  I felt so hurt on behalf of her family to lose someone so clearly dear to them at such a young age.   I hurt for her five-year-old son.   Though I was eight, I too, lost a parent at an early age.  I understand the journey he’s about to take and the pieces that will always be missing because this critical person is gone.  Almost as equal as the hurt was an overwhelming sense of reflection on my own life.  I began to wonder: if I were to die at this very moment, what would people say about me?  Have I accomplished anything worth eulogizing?

Will they say I’m loving? Will they speak of my relationship with God?  Have I shown myself to be a good mom?  Have I been a good wife?  Daughter?  Sister?  Friend?   Will my colleagues say it was a joy to work with me?  Will they witness to my strides as a game changer and influential contributor?  Have I left my mark at all??  Or have I wasted time chasing things, people and accomplishments that don’t really amount to anything worthy of attention?

I realized very quickly that if I had to ask these questions that perhaps I’m not quite happy with the path I’m taking to earn them or an admirable response.  That’s not to say that I’m making horrible choices, but there’s something to be said for valuing what’s truly valuable in this life and not being easily distracted by what’s worthless and “shiny”.  By that I mean, leave work at a decent time at least a few times a week to make sure you’re making a comparable investment in your own life as you do to the job. You’re at work chasing this phantom “job well done” from a system that will and could easily replace you once you’re gone.  You’re killing yourself for that “good boy” or “good girl” from the boss all because he’s dangling a promise (something shiny) as the prize for your labor.  Meanwhile you’re MISSING YOUR LIFE.  Let me say that again … ready … YOU’RE MISSING YOUR LIFE.

If you die tomorrow, are you going to wish you’d spent 60 hours at the office this week?  Will your family wish you’d spent that time with them instead? Perhaps you’d even still be alive if you’d just made that healthy investment in yourself.  I know the grind is tough and the corporate climb is rugged.  I know what it feels like to get so close to that next title that you can taste it so you virtually kill yourself to earn it.  Meanwhile, the guy next to you got it because he’s tickling the boss’s balls and gets the promotion years ahead of you.  You’re killing yourself trying to reach that “shiny” place and for what?  More money?  More power?  What are you seeking that holds any real value?

Listen, I’m not saying let’s all go be hippies and flee reality like Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd in Wanderlust.  I’m not advising for you to live outside of the bounds of reality and expect the ecosystem you’re trying to succeed within to make a 180-degree culture shift because you woke up and saw the light.  I am saying that you have the life you demand.  And when it’s all said and done, what will this system say about you?? If they speak heavily about your professional accomplishments and very little about your personal relationships, do you consider that a life well lived?

I don’t.  I can’t.  If God gave me the privilege to see my own funeral, it would tear me apart to know that my greatest accomplishments had very little to do with how I poured my heart and soul into edifying my family.  How I loved.  How I lived with passion.  How I followed my dreams.  How I was unafraid to seek exactly what I want out of this life.  And how I spent every single moment of every single day living an authentic life.

What will they say about you when you’re gone?  Know that each day that you’re blessed to live your actions cement your legacy.  Your choices script your eulogy.  Are you happy with the story?  If not, I suggest a quick shift.  I say it often because I cannot say it enough: this life is NOT a dress rehearsal.  This is it, people.  Live with purpose.  Live like you may not get another moment to get it right because the fact is … you may not.

Though I never met the young woman whose funeral I attended, my life has been instantaneously transformed by the choices she made.  The testimonies and eulogy given on her behalf provided an overwhelming and intimate view of her life.  I was so proud of her and I didn’t even know her.  More importantly, I felt challenged by her to make sure to cherish every day I’m blessed with by making choices that honor this gift of life.

What will they say about you?

Love you. Mean it.  ~AskThePRGirl

P.S. I chose this week’s picture because I remember my thoughts the exact moment it was taken. I was on my honeymoon and at that very moment I was thinking, “If I never take another breath, I couldn’t be any happier than I am right at this moment.” I thought it was fitting to share 🙂